Copyright: January 2003 by Robin R. Neher

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Title: I hope you're satisfied, Gage!

Author: Robin R. Neher

E-mail: NRobin1027@aol.com

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: N/A

Archive: Yes

Fandom: Emergency!

Summary: What if the Chief and county supervisor had shown up and Johnny had put the dressed up mannequin in Chet's bed in the episode, "Inspection"?

Content Warning: Some harsh language.

I Hope You're Satisfied, Gage!
by Robin R. Neher

"Roy, guys, look, don't be sore at me!" Paramedic John Gage pleaded as Roy DeSoto and the other members of fifty-one's A-Shift put away their dress hats and then went on with other duties. "The Chief was here, so what? Should we just put our lives on hold-"

"Gage, be quiet!" Captain Hank Stanley answered. "Just shut the fuck up!"

"Cap-" Johnny stammered.

"Gage, either you shut up or I will shut you up!" Firefighter Chester B. Kelly warned.

"Kay. Maybe I should get the squad over to the matainence yard and get those brakes fixed." Johnny suggested.

"Do that." Cap ordered.

"Fine." Johnny replied.

Johnny got in the squad and left the station without another word. As he pulled out, he realized that he'd gone too far in his revenge on Chet.

"LA, squad 51, 10-7 at the matainence yard for repairs." Johnny advised dispatch minutes later.

Squad 51. LA returned as a mechanic came out to meet Johnny.

"Hey, Big John, what can I do you for?" Mechanic Chuck Long asked.

"Well, we noticed some brake fluid on the floor under this squad when Roy and I came on this morning." Johnny replied.

"Well, let's get her up on the rack and take a look." Long suggested.

Johnny drove the squad into a rapair garage. Chuck then lifted the squad up in the air as Johnny watched from the ground.

"Oh, yeah, it's the brakes alright." Chuck sighed after examining the squad. "I'm gonna have to order some new parts."

"How long will that take?" Johnny asked.

"About a week." Chuck replied. "Why don't you take squad 512 in the meantime?"

Johnny nodded as Chuck handed him 512's keys.

"Thanks. By the way, where's Charlie?" Johnny wondered.

"Downtown at HQ. You know those meetings." Chuck replied.

"Yeah." Johnny nodded. "Later."

Johnny made his way from the garage to where the reserve vehicles were housed behind the matainance building.

"Gage? What brings you here, Son?" Chief Richard Hout asked.

"The squad was leaking brake fluid." Johnny replied. "Chief, about what happened at the station this morning, I apologize. I'm the one that put the dummy in Fireman Kelly's bunk."

"Son, I was a young hose jockey like you once and believe it or not, I had my own Chet to deal with. I understand why that happened." Hout assured the Paramedic.

"The county supervisor might not though." Johnny fretted. "He sure didn't look too happy when he saw that CPR dummy there."

"That's true." Hout admitted. "These people don't live life at the stations like we do, nor do they understand the stresses we face on the job, not that they should."

"Is there any way I could write him a letter explaining what happened?" Johnny wondered.

"Sure, just get it to me at HQ and I'll send it on to him." Hout promised.

"Thank you, Sir." Johnny grinned, then got into squad 512 and started the motor after loading squad 51's equipment into the compartments on either side.

Johnny then picked up the two way radio's mic.

"LA, squad 51, available." Johnny reported.

Squad 51. LA returned as Johnny guided the reserve squad from the maintenance yard and toward station 51.

When he arrived back at the station minutes later, he went directly to Cap's office.

"You get the squad fixed?" Cap asked.

"It was the brakes. It'll be out of service for a week. We have a reserve in the meantime." Johnny reported, then turned to leave.

"John?" Hank called.

"What?" Johnny sighed.

"You can do latrine duty for a month for that stunt you pulled." Hank informed the Paramedic.

"Chet!-" Johnny started to protest.

"John, when are you gonna be a man and except responsibility for what you did?" Cap cut him off. "Even after Roy warned you, you went through with that prank anyway. It was your fault, nobody else's."

"Yes, Sir, you're right." Johnny gave in. "Cap, I never meant for the County supervisor to see that dummy in the bed, the Chief either. I know, it's no excuse."

With that, Johnny left to get the cleaning supplies and get started on the latrine. As he got to work in the washroom, Roy came in and shut the door.

"Johnny, why? Why would you play a prank, knowing that a Chief and County supervisor were coming?" Roy asked.

"Roy, I guess I didn't think." Johnny offered as he scrubbed the station's shower. "If I could take back what I did, I would. I'm gonna write a letter to the County Supervisior and explain what happened."

"If you were a man, you would apologize to them in person." Roy replied. "Which is why I I'm inviting both Chief Hout and the Supervisior back for another inspection this afternoon if possible. I expect you to act in a manner becoming a Los Angeles County Firefighter/Paramedic or I'm gonna do all I can to get that badge taken off your chest. Simple as that."

With that, Roy left Johnny to his work.

****

"Stupid Roy!" Johnny mumbled. "Asshole Cap!"

Johnny spent the next hour making the latrine shine. He then made his way to the dorm so he could wallow in his misery alone.

In the kitchen, Roy and the others were silently drinking coffee. Everybody was moody and afraid to say a word. Mostly, their mood was brought on by Johnny's actions earlier.

"He made us look like fools." Chet finally said.

"The Chief must think we're the worst station in the Department now." Cap agreed. "He must think we're all nothing but a bunch of pranksters, no thanks to Gage! Where is he anyway?!"

"He was in the latrine." Roy answered.

"He's probably in the dorm now, feeling sorry for himself, knowing him." Marco speculated. "Everytime he does something and Cap gives him latrine duty, he spends the rest of the shift in the dorm, pouting."

"He barely says three words to anyone." Roy added. "I say we just let him have his fit."

"Agreed." Engineer Mike Stoker piped up. "He wants to pout, let him. Why should we care about him after what he did?"

"The trouble with Gage is that he's not a team player." Chet remarked.

"He's just young." Roy offered. "Johnny doesn't think before acting sometimes. He and Chris are alot alike in that way."

"Chris is twelve!" Chet reminded the older of the Paramedics. "Johnny does act about that age though."

"Chris has played some pranks though. Did I tell you guys about the time he put honey all over us while we were sleeping one night?" Roy asked. "He shaved all my hair off while I was taking a nap one day."

"I thought you were gonna shit your boxers when you saw yourself in the mirror bald!" Joanne DeSoto giggled. "He turned a bunch of different colors when he saw what our Son had done. It wasn't just the head hair either, Chris had shaved Roy's whole body with that electric razor and he looked like an overgrown newborn for about eight months!"

"Joanne!" Roy roared.

"What? It was funny!" His wife laughed.

"Not to me!" Roy grumbled. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Your son got me again." Joanne sighed, then turned so her back was toward her husband.

Roy gasped when he saw the handcuffs on his wife's wrists.

"Let me guess. He put the handcuffs on you, then lost the key." Roy smiled. "Johnny!"

"Yeah?" Johnny replied, running in from the dorm.

"Get the bolt cutters from the squad. Chris struck again." Roy informed him.

Johnny nodded and ran into the bay for the equipment. He was back with the cutters and had the cuffs off Jo within seconds.

"Thanks." The dark haired woman smiled. "Oh, is that Son of ours gonna get it when he gets in from school! I had to have a cab drive me over here!"

"Don't be too hard on him, Hon. I was the same way at his age." Roy grinned as his wife kissed him, then left to do her day's errands.

"It's just too bad you can't take you own advice!" Johnny growled, then went to put the cutters back in the squad.

Roy joined him shortly after.

"Johnny, c'mon, talk to me." Roy said.

"Chris plays a prank and gets a pat on the head, me, I put a CPR dummy in one little bed and I end up with six months latrine duty and you threatening to take my badge away! That seems more than a little unjust to me!" Johnny griped as he secured the compartment were the bolt cutters were kept after putting them back.

"How so?" Roy wondered.

"Roy, was what I did any worse than what your Son did to Joanne?" Johnny asked him.

"Johnny, it's different because number one, you're an adult and two, you're a Fireman." Roy answered. "As a firefighter, you must be held to a must higher standard, we all have to be."

"Still, six months latrine duty?" Johnny asked. "For a CPR dummy in a bed?"

"Gage, you don't like it, go to the Chief or ship out!" Hank interceded, pointedly. "As long as I run this station and this shift, I will do things the way I see fit! I was smart enough to make Captain! I have the bugles, you don't, so shut up!"

"Well, I think you're an asshole!" Johnny shot back. "All you care about is impressing some Chief! You care nothing about the welfare of those guys!"

"Wheather you know it or not, That is my job! When a Chief comes, it is my job to make sure we make a good impression on him!" Hank yelled.

"Well, maybe you should just stay in your office and let us handle the damn inspections!" Johnny shot back, angrily. "Life would be easier around here without you on our fucking backs all the time!":

"You want it, Gage, you got it!" Hank yelled. "You got your wish!"

"Guys, stop!" Roy stepped in. "Johnny, if you don't like the way Hank does things, I dare you to study and take the Captain's test! Cap, you need to lighten up!"

Before Hank could retort, the tones went off.

Squad 51, man down at the barber shop. 4111 Decker St. Cross Street: Mearth. Timeout: 10:44.

"Squad 51, KMG-365." A relieved Cap responded as Roy and Johnny left in the reserve squad.

****

As soon as the squad was gone, Hank went back into the kitchen.

"Cap, don't worry about Johnny. He just takes things personally at times." Mike Stoker offered.

"Too personally in my book." Cap scowled. "How did a month's latrine duty turn into six?"

"Gage logic." Marco offered.

"More like Gage drama!" Chet laughed.

"Johnny should receive an Oscar for his acting." Cap agreed.

"He just gets sore and blows things out of perspective." Mike remarked. "He stretches the truth to get attention."

"I know I'm right!" Hank hissed. "I'm not sure that it's worth a war with Gage to prove it!"

"Cap, call his bluff." Mike advised. "Give him six months latrine duty. Johnny thinks that if he gripes enough, you'll back down. You have to hold firm with him."

That's just what Hank did when the squad got back to the station after a few more runs.

"Gage, you can do six months latrine duty now for arguing with me earlier." Cap told him. "I can hold out as long as you can. If you wanna push your luck, go ahead. Go to the Chief, go all the way up to the Big Chief if you wish. In the end, I'll come out on top and you'll look like a sore loser."

"Just try getting promoted with your record and your attitude." Roy added. "Why should a Chief take the word of a Paramedic who can't take orders over a Captain with a spotless record?"

"Gage, the way I see it, you have two options. Either you stay here and take your month's latrine duty like a man or you can transfer to another station or to Rampart." Cap told him. If you transfer, the next Captain you have may be alot stricter than me and may drag you before a disciplinary hearing for the joke you pulled earlier. If you lose there, you lose everything, your certification and maybe even your job. When they're done with you, you may not be a Fireman anymore."

"You'll be right back on the horse ranch in Oklahoma, shoveling horse shit." Roy finished. "Right back where you started from. It won't be any better at Rampart either dealing with Dixie and Brackett. How long do you think they're gonna put up with you and your rebellious nature before they throw you out of the Paramedic program?"

Johnny just got out of the squad and faced his friends.

"I'll do the month's latrine duty." Johnny gave in. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a letter to write to the County Supervisor."

Cap gaped as the Paramedic walked toward the office.

"You were gonna write a letter to him?" Hank asked.

"Yeah, I bumped into Chief Hout at the repair yard. He understood about the prank this morning. He said that if I wrote the letter, he'd make sure it got to the supervisor." Johnny grinned, then went into the office, followed shortly after by Cap and Roy.

"Uh, John, why didn't you tell me?" Cap wanted to know.

"You didn't ask!" Johnny laughed. "Roy knew about it!"

"DeSoto." Cap shook his dark head.

"Cap, you gotta open your ears and your eyes." Roy offered.

"Looks like I'm the one who deserves latrine duty." An embarrassed Hank blushed. "Johnny, you're a better man than I am right now. Looks like I need to reexamine alot of those pranks that I punished you for."

Johnny smiled as he sat down at Hank's typewriter.

"I said I was gonna reexamine things, but that does not mean you're off the hook." Hank told John, wiping the grin right off the Paramedic's face. "There is still the matter of you criticizing an officer and that joke you played this morning."

"Cap, the apology letter to the Chief and the Supervisor should more than cover the joke." Roy spoke up. "As for his cussing at you earlier, let's just chalk that up to a fit of anger."

"Roy, I wish it were that simple, but he did it in front of you guys." Hank reminded them. "That was disrespectful and unprofessional."

"Agreed." Roy nodded. "I think I have it. Since he called you an asshole, he can work with what comes out of one. Johnny, for the whole day tomorrow, you will be at Rampart, washing and emptying bedpans in full turnouts for all the world to see."

Cap choked back his laughter.

"In addition, on the back of that coat will be a sign that will read: CAPTAIN STANLEY IS NOT AN ASSHOLE, I AM!" Roy concluded.

"And you will do this or be suspended for a month." Cap added.

"We have to let everyone know you're a Fireman." Roy grinned, evilly.

*****

THE NEXT DAY.........

"What gave you the right to call a superior officer that?" A police Sergeant asked as Johnny began his work at Rampart the next day.

"What I wanna know is what kind of Fireman talks to his boss that way?" Another person in the crowd around Johnny's workstation asked.

As the Paramedic stammered to answer, Roy, Joanne and Dixie McCall watched not far away.

"Are you sure this will work?" Roy's wife asked.

"A little humiliation can go a long way." Roy answered. "It worked for those kids and that guy that called a cop a pig."

"They've had things on the news where judges have used methods similar to this as sentences." Dix added.

"Yeah, but this is an adult Fireman, not a teenage kid." Jo argued. "Roy, look, reporters!"

Johnny just stood there as a photographer took photo after photo of him.

"Do you think that you're a good representative of the fire service, given what you did?" A reporter asked, shoving a mic in Johnny's face.

Johnny again stammered to answer as the crowd watched and more pictures were taken.

"I have a better question!" A Native American woman stepped up.

"Mama!" Johnny blanched.

"Is this the way I raised you to behave, John Roderick?!" Florida Gage demanded of her Son. "Didn't I teach you better than this?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Johnny nodded. "I'm sorry, Mama."

Johnny flinched as his mother slapped him across his face.

"John Roderick, I never wanna see you again!" The dark haired lady told him. "You are no longer any Son of mine!"

Johnny hung his head as his Mom then left the hospital.

***

"Johnny, you okay?" Roy asked the next day as the were changing in the lockeroom for work.

"Roy, I've never been so humiliated in my life." Johnny answered. "To stand there in full turnouts, emptying and washing bedpans was embarrassing enough, but to have my mother disown me in front of all those people was humiliating! I've lost the only family I have left now, thanks to Stupid Stanley!"

"It's not his fault, Johnny." Roy soothed.

"It's mine, I know." Johnny sighed.

"Good morning, Men." A 6'1 Captain with red hair greeted. "I'm Captain Howe from station 8, B-Shift, I'm gonna be filling in here for awhile."

"Where's Captain Stanley?" Roy asked.

"He's been reassigned to operations." Howe replied. "Pending an investigation."

"Investigation?" Johnny repeated. "Of what happened the other day?"

"Yes, and of what happened to you yesterday at the hospital." Howe replied.

"Cap, what happened was my fault and I accept full responsibility." Johnny said. "Stanley had nothing to do with my prank."

"Gage, isn't it?" Howe asked.

"Yes, Sir." Johnny nodded.

"Gage, let's go have a cup of coffee, privately." The Cap invited.

"Sure," Johnny grinned, following the fill in skipper to the kitchen.

Once two cups of coffee were poured and the men were seated at the table, Howe turned to the Paramedic.

"Gage, let me ask you something. What do you think it takes to be a good Captain?" Howe asked him.

"I guess the same as it would take to be a good Paramedic." Johnny shrugged.

"What's that?" Howe queried.

"Compassion, caring, self-confidence and a take charge attitude." Johnny guessed.

"What else?" Howe probed.

"I guess to be a Captain, you must also have a strong sense of authority." Johnny added.

"What about trust? Where does that fit in?" Howe asked.

"A good Captain must have the trust of those he commands." Johnny answered.

"Do you trust in Captain Stanley?" Cap Howe asked. "Be honest."

"To be frank, Sir, I do not." John revealed.

"Why not?" Howe wanted to know.

"Sir, you don't see the Paranoia, nor do you see what we go through around here at inspection." Johnny replied.

"Is that why you put in a complaint on him with Chief Houts?" Howe wondered.

"Yes, and the fact that he humiliated me yesterday at assigning me to Rampart in full turnouts to empty and wash bedpans." Johnny answered.

"I see." Howe nodded.

"Sir, I did what I felt was right." Johnny defended his actions.

***
Meanwhile, across town at LaCoFd headquarters, Hank Stanley was standing before Chief McConnikee and Chief Houts in Houts' office.

"So, not only did you humiliate John Gage in front of his fellow Firemen, you humiliated him by having him empty bedpans in front of the ER staff at Rampart Hospital in full turnouts, wearing a sign on his back that said and I quote, Captain Stanley is not an asshole, I am?" Chief Houts asked, laying the photo that Johnny had sent in front of the mortified Captain.

"Yes, Sir, I did, but he called me an asshole in front of my other men." Stanley explained.

"Gage admits to that and to the prank earlier this morning. He accepts responsibility for his actions. Even so, you were out of line to do what you did." Houts told Hank. "It is always out of line to have a man do something like empty bedpans to get back at him, especially a man who risks his life to save others on a daily basis."

"He humiliated me this morning!" Hank defended himself.

"Captain Stanley, after reviewing all the evidence, I find that you used poor judgment the other day. You embarrassed and publicly humiliated a fellow Fireman in a childish bid to get back at him. That was not only unprofessional, but downright inappropriate conduct for an LA County fire Captain." Houts said. "So, you are gonna be reassigned, Captain. Station command is obviously not your strong suit, maybe teaching academy cadets is. Effective immediately, you will report to the academy to teach the EMT class."

"Yes, Sir." Hank replied.

***

Back at station fifty-one, roll call was just concluding, with Johnny having been assigned to cook and Chet assigned latrine duty.

"Let's hurry and get the squad's check done, then get to the market." Roy suggested.

"I guess I have to face the folks at Rampart sometime." Johnny replied.

"It'll be fine, Junior." Roy tried to assure him. "Brackett, Dixie, Early and Morton are understanding people."

"I just wish my Mom was." Johnny told Roy.

"Have you tried to see her at all?" Roy asked.

"She hung up on me when I called the other day." Johnny revealed. "I don't have the nerve to go see her. She'd just slam the door in my face."

"What if I talk to her?" Roy asked as the tones went off.

Station 51, truck 8, window washer trapped on ledge. 544 Igor Way. 544 Igor Way. Cross street: Wayne. Timeout: 08:10.

"Station 51, KMG-365." Cap Howe responded as the squad and engine roared from the station.

***

Meanwhile, a humiliated Hank Stanley was just leaving headquarters. He was suprised to see his wife's Ford Edsel pull in and Sheila Stanley emerge from the driver's seat and make her way inside.

"Hank!" She called.

"Sheila?" He sniffed. "What are you doing here?"

"Mike Stoker told me you were here." She answered. "What did the Chief say?"

"I've been reassigned. I'm to teach the EMT class at the academy." Hank said, refusing to look at his wife. "He said that I was no good at station command. He's right. I blew it. I was only trying to teach Gage a lesson."

"Honey, you did go too far, but John did too, according to Mike. He had no right to speak to you as he did. You were the Captain, not Johnny. If he didn't like the way you ran the station, he should've put in for a transfer."

"It's not that simple." Hank wept. "For a Captain to function, he has to be listened to and trusted by those under him. Lives depend on that. If I can't get John or another fireman to listen to me, then why should a bunch of EMT students listen to anything I have to say?"

"Because, you are an experienced Firefighter and EMT. You have thirteen years experience behind you." His wife answered.

"But, I no longer have the respect that should come with these bugles on my collar." Hank sobbed. "Thanks to Gage, I'll never have it again."

With that, Hank walked toward the parking lot where his truck was parked to begin the trip to 51's to clear out his desk and his locker.

*****

Meanwhile, Roy was dealing with a reluctant Johnny outside Rampart hospital.

"C'mon, Johnny, it'll be alright!" Roy tried to assure his partner.

"No, you'd better just go in without me." Johnny shook his head.

"Johnny-" Roy protested.

"Roy, I can never set foot in there again after the other day." Johnny said.

"Uh, DeSoto, why don't you go on in?" Nurse Ellen Bart spoke up. "I'd like to talk to John."

"Sure." Roy replied.

Roy left the squad and went inside the ER with the victim. Ellen then climbed into Roy's seat and shut the door.

"Johnny, you're entering the pattern again." Ellen began. "You're thinking only of how you were humiliated."

"So?" Johnny shrugged.

"Have you ever thought how Hank Stanley will be affected by this? What about Roy and all the other Paramedics in the department, not to mention the department itself?" Ellen asked.

"What do you mean?" Johnny asked.

"Take Captain Stanley for instance. How do you know that he hasn't been fired or demoted because of your actions the other day? John, he worked for thirteen years to perfect his trade. He worked hard and eventually achieved the rank of Captain and earned the respect of his colleagues. He may have humiliated you the other day, but from what I've been told, you humiliated him first." Ellen said.

"Alright, I did, but I didn't mean to." Johnny defended himself. "I didn't know the county supervisor was gonna find that CPR dummy in Chet's bed."

"You knew he was coming to the station." Ellen countered.

"I did." Johnny admitted. "What hurts the most though is my mother disowning me."

"I can't blame her." Ellen replied as Roy came back outside. "See you later, Johnny."

Ellen got out of the squad and Roy got in.

"LA, squad 51, available." Johnny reported.

Squad 51. LA returned.

"You okay?" Roy asked as Ellen went back inside the hospital.

"Yeah," Johnny sighed.

Just then, tones sounded over the radio.

Squad 51, man down at the beach. Lifeguard tower 12. Lifeguard tower 12. Timeout: 09:15.

"Squad 51, 10-4." Johnny acknowledged.

Roy activated the lights and sirens and turned the squad around.

******

After a few more runs, Johnny and Roy arrived at a supermarket not far from the station.

"Johnny, keep your mind on shopping." Roy told him as both men left the squad and walked across the parking lot to the market, handi-talkie in hand.

As the Paramedics made their way into the market, a crowd of shoppers turned to look at Johnny.

"Hey, that's the Fireman who was emptying bedpans on TV yesterday!" A woman pointed out.

Johnny turned around to go back outside, but Roy grabbed his arm.

"Junior, c'mon, relax!" Roy hissed as the crowd advanced on the Paramedics.

"They sure don't look friendly!" Johnny worried, instinctively reaching for the HT. "LA, squad 51. We have a hostile crowd at Gleason's market. Respond police to this location."

10-4, squad 51. Sam returned as the crowd continued their advance.

"Roy." Johnny whispered. "I think we better-"

Johnny was hit with a thrown pepper before he could finish his sentence. Roy and Johnny quickly retreated back outside. Just then, a store manager approached them.

"Gentlemen, I think you'd better do your shopping elsewhere in the future." The man advised. "This store can't afford this kind of publicity."

"Sir, this store is closest to our station." Roy told him.

"I'm sorry." The manager shook his bald head.

"C'mon, Roy." Johnny sighed. "There are plenty of stores in LA."

"Johnny!" Roy protested.

"Roy, please, let's just go!" Johnny pleaded as a police car arrived on scene.

As the officers dealt with the crowd, the Paramedics returned to the squad. As soon as they were away from the store, Roy turned to his partner.

"Johnny, what happened back there?" Roy wanted to know.

"What do you mean?" Johnny replied.

"The Johnny Gage I knew before all this happened would have picked himself up off the ground and faced people rather than running away." Roy replied.

"I'm not running away!" Johnny argued.

"Then what do you call it?" Roy asked as he drove.

"Roy, you saw how those people reacted when we entered that store." Johnny replied.

"And what about at Rampart earlier?" Roy asked him. "Why wouldn't you go in with me?"

"Tell me, after what happened the other day there, would you want to?" Johnny asked Roy.

"I see your point, but we're supposed to be a team." Roy reminded John. "Johnny, I need you to be with me."

end part 12